Christ story remind me of our travel with fellow forester to other countries; everywhere we hunt for Vietnamese or Chinese restaurant to kill a bow of rice. It's not for the taste but a remedy for our homesick. The only exception was when we went to a remote district of Mexico where local having breakfast of Corona, tequila and caterpillar worm taco, nobody asking for rice that time. It was like we find our new home.
Christ story remind me of our travel with fellow forester to other countries; everywhere we hunt for Vietnamese or Chinese restaurant to kill a bow of rice. It's not for the taste but a remedy for our homesick. The only exception was when we went to a remote district of Mexico where local having breakfast of Corona, tequila and caterpillar worm taco, nobody asking for rice that time. It was like we find our new home.
Great stuff Connla